As a child I lived in a penthouse on the sixth floor in the middle of town. Urbanisation around me and enveloped me like a hug intrusive. Maybe I did not realize how much I tightened the same cement, but I certainly realize how much I miss nature. It was in the small everyday things that I tried feverishly. And I found it. Always. Yes, because the nature of mica can not escape by climbing a six-storey or more holed up in the gray of the city! She becomes silent and discreet way anyway.
on my terrace in fact the life teeming frenetic under the eyes of those who sought it carefully. And I was looking all right! File
of long shiny ants carrying payloads proud and tough for their small pincers and I like a spy in disguise, hiding their eyes from my gigantic size, followed up to small hole in the wall. The portal leading to the mysterious secret nest. Oh what I would like to be tiny like them to visit that place. The perfect society. All for one and for all. All working hard for the common good, no stealing, do not kill each other, do not want more and do not have the money. The Curse of the world, money.
But to me, girl, liked especially because they were very strong and I was wondering how they ever got up to the sixth floor .. maybe they had an elevator Formichino running up and down in the gutter! I would not surprised.
on the windowsill and then there were some really tiny critters. You had to be very careful to see them. They were the spiders red, tiny mites that tireless running from side to side. Even though I've never understood what it was intended.
But the real miracle was the grass. My
terrace ran all around the apartment and was completely floored with tile reddish very seventies. Although they had been laid very well there was something he had won the strength of the concrete. The blades of grass. I did not know how, but the tender, delicate and defenseless blades of grass had made their way between the cement and tile, and tenacious sprouted here and there. Unbelievable. How could a tiny fly to sow the world and end up in the most barren of deserts and hard and still be able to claim his slice of life! We would be able a man?
I remember one morning my mother wanted to tear it all away because he feared that in the long run would have raised and broken tiles. I literally did come a crying to force her to do otherwise. After nearly an hour of crying and slamming of feet we reached an agreement. She would leave the plants there and I would take care of them until they would grow a little and then we would have uprooted together without breaking them and we planted in a pot. Beautiful!
Thanks Ma. 
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